Kitty Love

The prettiest most loving cat alive lives on my porch in a box that I set up for her that has two towels and my winter coat that was getting too ratty lining it. She is a great singer and drools a little when her pet her. Her name is Julie. I'm putting Miss Julie-shoes up for adoption. I can't take her in because Ryan and I are both allergic to cats even though I am a big cat lover. Someone who works for my mom is coming tomorrow night to meet Julie with her daughter. I'm going to sob my eyes out.

Directions

Here is something you didn't know about me: I am fixated on directions. I need to at the least have seen a map of where I am going and at the best have been there before. My frequent half-way-point is that I print out directions to where I am going. It doesn't matter where. Two nights ago I had a class I'm taking a few blocks away -- about 7 to be more accurate -- and I printed out a local map of MY NEIGHBORHOOD so I would know where to go. Just in case. I also spend a good deal of my precious free time viewing maps of frequently traveled routes of mine and seeing what other streets I could take. Just in case. Tonight, in preparation for needing gas tomorrow, I looked on google local so that I could see all my gas station options on my route to work and made sure that the gas station was on the same side of the street as I am driving so that I don't have to cut across traffic or in the alternative what side street I could take to avoid cutting across traffic. And while I am writing this I am somewhat concerned because I haven't printed out a map. Which I will not look at and will leave on the passenger side floor.

Weeks in the year

Only 47 more weeks left of work. I'm so glad that it isn't leap year.

Working with the remedies

I've decided that something's gotta give so I tried to figure out where I could change things that would make me feel better. This morning I sprayed my whole damn office with Lysol focusing primarily on the rug and my upholstered desk chair. I also drank a lot of water. I took my lunch hour with Kimber and we went to the Greek place and I had a feta gyro and we bought our mega-millions tickets. Then I left work at around 515 and took the scenic less-trafficed route to the parkway. And I played my Brandy CD and sang loudly in the car.

Where does job-hating get you?

I think that job-hating has resulted in a daily day-long headache that culminates with some small relief immediately before bed and kicks in again around 10 am. So I basically have a 12 hour headache every day.

Aside from that, I am afraid to leave work every day because I'm not sure how late I'm supposed to stay. I would really like to leave around 5pm since I get there at 730 but I'm nervous about appearing lazy. Even though I am.

The good news is that the actual substance of work, although somewhat boring, is certainly not the worst part of the job. And that's the good news.